Matt Tuckey is a writer from Oldham, England. He covers celebrities, night life, Manchester, fitness, creative writing, social media, confidence and events. Some of this may, in some way, help others. Or maybe it'll just entertain you for a while.

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Retired
porn actor Milos (Srdjan Todorovic) has fallen on hard times. He's
contacted by a former colleague and, with the promise of his family being set up for life, is coerced into to taking part in an
“arts film” that turns out to be darker than he could ever
imagine.

Hmm.
How do I describe this film... Well, it's an endurance test for the
viewer. The acting and cinematography are superb, but they're
underpinned by a fairly routine story with extremely graphic themes
of sex and violence. The shocks gradually become more and more
perverse (I won't describe them here) as the film progresses. The
final scene was also bleakly vulgar, but there are many “why”s
that you'll be asking by that time (provided you get that far).

Todorovic
is superb, perfectly cast as an awful parent and an easily
corruptible anti-hero (in the most literal sense). The director of
the arts project, Vukmir (Sergej Trifunovi) I felt was a clichéd
psychopath character- over-the-top, too arty-farty, no charisma, the
type who would never get away with any powerfully-evil acts before
being spotted.

The
director has hinted that there is a metaphor in the title and the
story- perhaps something to do with the way the Serbian government
treats its own people- although he's left it up to the audience to
decide. I think most people will side with me when I suggest that if
there was any meaning it was drowned out in a torrent of bloodshed
and perversity.

This film made me feel physically ill and had to stop it halfway through, which has never
happened before, and had to psych myself up before tackling the
latter part (and it was a good job I did).

If
you're curious about it and you think you have the stomach, you might find it
worthwhile to watch, but if you strip away the gore it's really a
simple tale of abuse and revenge. Think Hostel times a thousand.

The
theme tune, though, by Serbian rapper and producer Sky Wikluh, is
brilliant.

If
you want to watch a really good controversial foreign film, stick
with Irreversible.

Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Although
this might sound like an epic period drama starring Daniel Day Lewis
and Jet Li, this is actually a quick post about getting back into
pre-2010 moving-out-of-the-parents'-place shape.

I
used to LOVE Chinese food from the dubiously-titled but
deliciously-tasting “Man Ho” Chinese takeaway. I've had it as an
occasional treat every couple of weeks for the last 5 or so years.
Over the last few weeks, though, I've been eating better than usual
by following plenty of healthy recipes and trying to eat more fruit
and nuts instead of chocolate. And something is changing.

I'm
developing a bit of a taste for healthy food, and I'm enjoying the
process of cooking and the satisfaction of making something that's
good for me. Not only that, the taste of takeaway food doesn't have
the appeal it used to. Neither does the thought of eating it. Having
just finished the last of a recent sweet-and-sour pork and egg fried
rice, I'm actually looking forward to something more wholesome and
unprocessed.

So
I'll continue eating healthily, by avoiding any takeaway food- If I'm
rolling out of a bar and I spot a fast-food pizza place, I'll duck it and stick with toast or something equally safe when I get in- and
I'll continue working out throughout the week. In a month from now
I'll see what PBs I've beaten at the gym and see how I feel.

Monday, 25 May 2015

Preparation
is key to many things in life, as is cooking. I've learned to make
sure you have the necessary utensils, not just the ingredients. So
before I did anything, I put a tablespoon on my shopping list before
adding the ingredients. A teaspoon, however, is a third the size of a
tablespoon, or so I found after I'd finished cooking. So
as long as I can remember that...

When I shopped, though, I couldn't find a tablespoon in the whole of Tesco. Poor performance.

To begin, I poured the flour into the hot milk without mixing it with water
first. I had to start that again. Then I turned the grill on and
forgot to light it, resulting in me remembering late and nearly
losing my eyebrows.

The
recipe includes peas for the ingredients of the gratin itself, which
is a bit like a pie. But at the last minute the instructions suggest
you also throw in peas as a side dish. Oh.

I
then forgot to preheat the plates so the food cooled quite quickly
once served.

The
topping, a mixture of cheese and breadcrumbs, ended up a little thin
due to the size of the dish.

I
got the timing for all of this wrong- I invited my parents around to
share it with me but when they arrived I was still 20 minutes off. It
was a good job I did invite them around as this isn't a dish that's
safe to reheat, and it fed the three of us. We all liked it, though,
and the fish- Vietnamese river cobbler and smoked haddock- was very
flavoursome, one more so than the other. The recipe suggested cod,
but on my shopping list I recorded only their generalisation of “white fish fillet”.

Saturday, 23 May 2015

Next
up: this North African rice and chicken dish from the Hairy Dieters cookbook.

I
made a mistake from the outset by only putting 1 lemon in the
shopping list- I needed one to season, another to serve. I got by
with a spare lime.

I
could have sworn I bought a tablespoon after a recent recipe. If I
did, I can't find it. A replacement is on my shopping list. Regardless, the
recipe asked for a tbspn of harissa paste. Tesco sell this in a pot
not much bigger than container of lip balm. There's no way a
tablespoon would have fit- the teaspoon I used only just made it
through.

It
took nearly 2 hours to cook and prepare- whether this is due to my
memory difficulties slowing down the process or whether this is just
one of those lengthy recipes is something you'd have to tell me after
having a go yourself.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

A
simple and tasty Hairy Dieters recipe, this Mississippi-inspired dish
was quick to cook and lasted a few days.

A
few minor problems: measuring out spices with a teaspoon got a little
messy, and a teaspoon of oil to coat a tray full of wedges seemed
stingy. I could do with buying a larger measuring bowl, although
saying that I could do with a larger kitchen altogether. But hey, I'm
not Roman Obramovich.

Timing
the cooking of different components of the meal is still a challenge
after all these years, and I found the chicken a little slow to cook.
The wedges could have lasted longer in the oven, but they were still
more than edible. Forgot the limes the first time around and left them on my kitchen work surface- I reheated a breast and a few wedges for the next day's meal. A squeeze of half of a lime brought the dish to further life.

Monday, 18 May 2015

The
first recipe I've tackled this month is a breakfast from the Hairy
Dieters cookbook.

I
made the mistake of buying whole almonds instead of flaked, but I
went back for the correct type. The mistake now provides me with
something to munch on in work that isn't going to put weight onto me.

I
mixed up all of the necessary ingredients but found that none of my
tupperware boxes were big enough, so I used my blender to physically
shake it up by hand (not by turning on the blades).

It
tasted nice but a little bland. Blueberries and yoghurt livened it up somewhat. This will be my breakfast for the
next few days.

Sunday, 17 May 2015

A minor exchange between myself and an American girl regarding Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev and the death sentence a Boston court handed down to him on Friday. I screenshotted these on different days, hence the profile picture change. The @handle, as you'll notice, is the same.

Friday, 15 May 2015

Spinningfields'
first Indian Restaurant opened last month. Scene, on the Left Bank of the newly developed
corner of Manchester, occupies the unit previously home to Strada
Italian restaurant. I dropped in with meetup group Manchester Social Nights.

They're
a good group with regular attendees so you get to know the people
rather than dealing with a steady turnover of members. The venues for
meetups are good choices, as was Wednesday night's.

The
opulent and well-placed venue sports oak and deep red tones, creating
a private ambience, and the arched doorways within the building carry
a traditional Indian feel. We were led through the high-ceilinged
entrance through to the large dining room and to our own table with
attached apex roof, giving us a certain element of privacy.

We
were served appetisers of plain and spicy poppadoms, the latter of
which contained black flecks of spice and nearly blew my head off.
Impressive.

One
of our group was a young Indian man with impressive knowledge of his
native food, so although the menu was clear enough we had a little
extra advice on what might be to our taste.

I
started with a tasty and suitably small king prawn appetiser, and
moved on to their signature dish, the chicken makhani. Deliciously
mild, this is a great choice for those- like me- whose taste buds
aren't at vindaloo-level endurance just yet.

The
business still has a few growing pains- when I went on Wednesday they
were still waiting for their supplier to send till roll, so the bill
was hand-written. There were a few errors on it which we straightened
out, but presumably when the tills are properly up and running these
mistakes won't occur to affect customers.

The
group leader also somehow managed to get us 25% off the bill, a perk
to joining the meetup group. Get involved!

Check
out the Manchester Evening News' writeup for more info. Their
photography picks out the intricate metalwork and woodwork of the
décor.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

I've
written a lot about working out and about cooking recipes. The former
I do quite a lot, the latter not enough. It's well-known that you
don't get the results you want at the gym and in your physique unless
you eat the right food to begin with. But what is the right food?

I've
been following recipes from the Hairy Dieters Cookbook for a few
years now. The meals are packed with meat and vegetables- protein and
vitamins. These recipes are perfect for if you're trying to lose
weight (which I now am) and also if you're building muscle (which I
always have been).

I've
been cooking them few and far between, though. And I've been relying
on chicken stir-fry, chicken fajitas and omelettes for too long. It's
time to vary things up and include a bit more veg. Hence, for a month
I'll hammer the Hairy Dieters book, trying out the breakfasts stews
and pies. I'll also try the recipes that came with my soup-maker, and
I'll write them all up here. Throughout this I'll get to the gym as
much as possible and see what PBs I can beat. Let's see if I can get
my weight under 70Kg again.

Cooking
a meal, from writing a shopping list of ingredients through to
sitting down and eating it, is a process that contains its fair share
of steps. For most people those steps are quite straightforward, but
for those of us with disabilities that may take a little more effort
than people realise. Writing a shopping list may be a necessity (it
is for me) but through trial and error you learn to not just write
down the ingredients you need but also to check you have the right equipment- for example a meat recipe might require string, or a soup
recipe might require a ladle. You learn through time, whether
learning disabled or not, to watch out for minor problems along the
way. But these problems can be overcome through practice- hence this
project.

Monday, 11 May 2015

Further
hammering of the Meetup social media site has allowed me to make more friends, eat good food,
visit cool bars and restaurants and spend more time in the fantastic
city of Manchester. A good number of groups have sprung up over the
last few months, so recently I've checked out a few of them.

On
Bank Holiday Monday I went to meet the people from Manchester Social Nights, a
group for over-30s. The event is listed
here.
Dockyard is a bar at the river's
edge on the opposite side of Spinningfields to Deansgate. Great
relaxed atmosphere, modern yet traditional and pubby. The burger I
had went down a treat, although the table I sat at was strangely
uneven. We then stopped off at the recently-refurbished and
still-fantastic Alchemist.

Manchester
Social Nights is a good group. The organiser also introduced me to a
few other meet-up groups that I'll mention after I've visited them.

Also,
a girl branded me “a bit of a knob” because I turned her down.
She wasn't one of the group. Honestly not my kind of place and I
think I've been there enough times now, but I'd meet with the group
again.

And
then Saturday: I woke up strangely early (insomnia can hit at both
ends of the candle) and I fell back asleep in the afternoon. I needed
to get up in time for the evening as I was running a Lads' Night through
the 20s and Early 30's
group. But I didn't hear my alarm and I missed the beginning of the meetup,
along with phone calls and texts from the rest of the group.
Thankfully the group organiser had turned up and was commandeering.
They'd already met in Bluu, gone on
to Trof and
Apotheca and were a few drinks in by
the time I found them in The Bay Horse, a small but smart pub in the
heart of the Northern Quarter.

We
moved on from there and all the ideas I had had been kind of
exhausted, so we looked for places we'd not tried and landed on Hula,
a Tikki bar in Stevenson Square. We queued for 15 minutes and paid
the £4 door charge, but tikki bars are what they are- rammed Jamaican-themed shacks with straw on the floor, badly-mixed
contemporary and old-school R'n'B, photos plastered to the ceiling
and bamboo fixtures. Fine women, though.

Hopefully
we'll get another, more popular lads' night scheduled for the likes
of Spinningfields or The Milton Club, and I'll sleep properly beforehand
and guide the night a little better.

Forthcoming
nights out planned with Meetup: A Thai restaurant, a pub night with
media creatives, a body-art-themed Asian restaurant and an exclusive
party night. These events are in Manchester but the Meetup site is
worldwide, and as the site becomes more popular more and more people
will be setting up events near you, so get involved.

Sunday, 10 May 2015

We got a ridiculously good deal on this. Take a look at the pictures
on their site and you can imagine what thirty blokes from Oldham looked like,
already drunk from skulling Captain Morgan on the coach, rolling into
a joint like this. Nice place with an opulent reception area,
although once you're in your room finding reception again can be
hard. The lifts all seem to drop you off at the back of the building
where the golf course is. (Golf is a big thing in Albufeira, or so it
seems from the contents of the baggage carousel at Faro Airport.) The hotel's minimal signposting
was a problem.

We
decided to spend a day in Speedos, just for a laugh. I'd hung on to
the ones I bought for 1 Euro in Magaluf in 2010,
so I was pleased to bring them out of retirement. Fetching, yeah?!

(Not our stag)

Here's
Kati.

She's a native but her boyfriend is a scouser. She hated her
job and her manager, and was in the process of ripping off the bar. I
asked her for a Southern Comfort and Coke and she filled the collins
glass half-full of SoCo. She charged me about 5 Euros.

Not
long after that somebody challenged me to do handstand press-ups,
which I can actually do sober. Suffice to say, I could not drunk and
I had a cut on the top of my head for the rest of the holiday.

Every
bar in Albufeira sells Cutty Sark blended scotch. The only other
place I've seen this on sale is in the gift shop at the actual Cutty Sark exhibition in Greenwich.
I drank my fair share over the course of the weekend.

We
decided to do an eighties theme for one of the night-time sessions. I
went as RoboCop.

We
also had a Lion-o from Thundercats (great face-paint effort), a black
guy who went as a golly, Another black guy who had the perfect frame to play Mr. T, two tennis players including a John
McEnroe, a Jamaican bob-sleigher from Cool Runnings (which is a film
that came out in 1993, but whatever), a tracksuited scouser with a
curly wig a'la Harry Enfield and Chums (a TV series that also began
in the 90s, but again whatever), an MC Hammer, an Ultimate Warrior, a
Jimmy Saville, an unspecified pilot from Top Gun and a Flash Gordon,
among others. The bride-to-be's dad had found an impressive Freddy
Mercury outfit, and ironically one of the bars we landed in was
dedicated to Queen. Only hits from the 80s group played via concert
DVDs over the screens and sound systems, and countless photos and
posters lined the walls of the small bar. A good laugh but there's
only so much Queen I can take.

A
great weekend. The pictures tell more of a story than I could. If
you're looking for a cheap destination for a stag do / mates'
holiday, Albufiera is worth a look.

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Social
group 20s and Early 30s in Manchester
is a great opportunity to meet new people in the city. It's an
absurdly popular Meetup group with over 1500 members listed. The last meeting in March was brilliant.
Good people, our own cordoned-off bar and and a comfortable
environment made this a worthwhile early-doors night out.

And
to balance things out a little, the group's first Lads' Night will
take place Saturday 9th
May. I'll be on it. If you're male, in your 20s or 30s and you want
to meet new people and go to some decent Northern Quarter bars, now's
your chance.
We'll probably be checking out the likes of Bluu, Cane and Grain, Apotheca,
Cord, The Fitzgerald and El Capo. But who knows. The bars are smart
and so is their dress codes, so please make an effort. Sign up to the
site if you haven't already, and RSVP.

Saturday, 2 May 2015

I've
uploaded a couple of edgy poems I wrote years ago, I've followed a
couple of the site's prompts, I
took a musical sketch scene to a writer's group for feedback and I've worked on a rap write-up of the
Eminem vehicle, 8 Mile. Stay tuned for
these- they'll be up when they're finished.

I
think one way of making a blog stand out could be to put all
information into rhyme in order to keep it different from the rest of
the blogosphere. You'd also get pretty good at rhyming if you kept at
it. Rhyming couplets also encourages the use of interesting imagery,
and could put new angles on subjects that many bloggers are covering. There are no rap verses about the Royal Baby online, for example. None in English, anyway.

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